Old Neighbor Ch. 05 (Full Chapter!) (Patreon)

After months of meticulous planning and anticipation, the day had finally arrived. The early morning air was cool, carrying the faint scent of dewy grass as Sarah loaded her luggage into the car. Nearby, Alice babbled happily in her seat, her bright blue eyes tracking the world around her with innocent curiosity. 

Sarah paused, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The thrill of taking a trip with her secret lover and baby filled her with mixed emotions: excitement, a tremor of guilt, and undeniable arousal from how naughty the whole prospect was. She crouched down, carefully lifting Alice and settling her into the backseat. “Are you ready for our big adventure, sweetheart?” she cooed, kissing the baby’s forehead softly. Alice responded with a cheerful gurgle, her tiny hands swatting playfully in the air.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the quiet moment. Sarah turned, her breath catching slightly as she saw Albert strolling up the driveway, luggage in hand. His ever-present smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, his faded blue eyes glinting with that familiar charm and mischief that tangled her into this whole affair. 

“Ah, there they are! My two beautiful girls!” the old man greeted, his tone far too lighthearted to be innocent. 

Sarah forced a smile, though her cheeks flushed faintly. “Morning, Albert,” she responded with a smile, stepping aside as he set his bag.

Albert’s gaze softened as it shifted to Alice, who kicked her feet excitedly in her seat, reaching her small hands toward him. “Ah, my little angel!” he exclaimed, crouching beside the car. His uncharacteristically warm voice held no hint of smugness that always colored his words when he spoke to Sarah. He tickled Alice’s belly, eliciting a stream of giggles from the child. 

Sarah stood back, her arms folding across her chest as she watched the scene. For all his faults—and she had a long list of them—Albert was undeniably good with Alice. Seeing him dote on her daughter brought a reluctant smile to her lips. 

But that smile faded just as quickly. Alice wasn’t just her daughter. She was their daughter. The proof of an affair Sarah still couldn’t come to terms with, no matter how many months had passed. Those bright blue eyes, identical to his, were a constant reminder of her choices, the secret they both carried and the tangled mess they could never undo.

Albert glanced back at Sarah, his expression knowing, as if he could hear the guilt swirling in her mind. “I still can’t get over how cute Alice is. She’s perfect, isn’t she?” he murmured, his voice low and filled with something that made her stomach twist. 

Sarah bit the corner of her lip, swallowing hard as her arms tightened around herself. She instinctively clenched her thighs, aroused by how naughty their whole ordeal was. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “She is.”

Albert’s grin widened, dark with satisfaction flickering in his old eyes as he watched Sarah carry his luggage into the trunk. He reveled in the fact that he’d knocked her up right under her husband’s nose, and Alex could be none the wiser. Every time he looked at Alice—those bright blue eyes, so unmistakably his—filled him with a sense of triumph.

His gaze lingered on Sarah, the flush on her cheeks, the way her curves filled out her worn sweats and cropped t-shirt as she shut the trunk with a soft thud. The thin fabric rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of her smooth stomach, teasing him like a promise. Albert’s grin deepened, his cock already straining against his pants at the thought that awaited him.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d fucked her. Seeing her like this, casual and unaware of how irresistible she looked, made him want her all over again. He could already picture her naked beneath him, her body trembling, her soft voice moaning his name. The image seared into his mind as his hands twitched at his sides, eager to pull her close, to claim her again and again once they arrived at their hotel.

As Sarah moved to adjust Alice’s car seat, the sound of teh garage door creaking open made her pause. Alex stepped inside with a cheerful smile as he made his way over to them.

“Ah, heading out now?” he asked, his tone bright, though a hint of reluctance lingered in his voice.

“Yeah, just about,” Sarah replied softly, brushing her hands down her sweats.

Alex made his way over to Alice, crouching beside her seat. “And you, little miss,” he cooed, gently brushing his fingers over her soft curls, “You be good for mommy and Albert, alright? Don’t give them too much trouble while you’re off having adventures.”

Alice babbled happily, her small hands reaching up for him as Alex pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to miss you,” he murmured, his voice tender.

Sarah stood by the trunk, her arms resting lightly at her sides as she watched the moment unfold. She caught Albert’s gaze, his sharp blue eyes meeting hers with a knowing look that made her stomach flutter. They both know the truth—a truth that Alex would never suspect. Alice, so bright and happy in her car seat, wasn’t his daughter. She was Albert’s, their elderly neighbor.

Albert smirked faintly, his arms crossed as he leaned against the passenger door, watching Alex dote over the child that wasn’t his. His expression was calm, almost amused as if he relished the irony of it all. 

“Take good care of my girls, Albert,” Alex said, straightening and patting the older man lightly on the shoulder. “I appreciate you keeping them company on this trip.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, bud,” Albert replied smoothly, his voice full of practiced charm that came so easily to him. “You know I’d do anything for Sarah and the little one.” His words were innocent enough, but when his gaze slid back to Sarah, there was nothing innocent about it. 

Alex turned to Sarah, pulling her close for a lingering kiss on the lips. “You two have fun,” he said softly, his thumb tracing her cheek affectionately. “You deserve this.”

Sarah nodded, forcing a smile as she met his gaze. “We will,” she murmured, her voice calm, though her pulse quickened at the weight of Albert’s stare.

As Alex stepped back, waving one last time as he disappeared into the house, the garage fell quiet again, save for the faint hum of Alice babbling in the backseat. 

Albert tilted his head, watching Sarah with the same knowing grin. “You hear him,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing as he slid into the passenger seat. “We’re supposed to have fun, sexy.”

Sarah rolled her fetching green eyes, though her cheeks flushed as she slid into the driver’s seat. “Oh, I intend to,” she said softly, gripping the wheel with a playful smirk.

Albert chuckled as he leaned back, placing a hand on her upper thigh and giving her a firm, possessive squeeze. “That’s my girl. Now let’s get going before we miss our flight.”

Sarah started the engine, the garage door closing in front of them as they backed out of the driveway. The tension between them remained heavy and electric. As they pulled onto the road, leaving her house behind, Sarah felt a thrill curl in her stomach. 

Whatever guilt lingered was drowned out by anticipation. She would have fun, just as Albert said.

-

The airport buzzed with the usual hum of hurried travelers, announcements echoing overhead, and the faint whirr of suitcase wheels gliding across the polished floors. Sarah maneuvered the stroller with Alice nestled comfortably inside, her tiny head bobbing as she dozed, while Albert walked away leisurely beside her, his hands tucked into his pockets. 

Now that they were alone—no prying eyes, no Alex—Albert’s demeanor had shifted. He no longer bothered with the carefully measured charm or practiced restraint he’d perfected in front of others. Instead, he moved confidently, stepping closer to Sarah as though staking his claim.

At security, Albert took the stroller to fold it up, leaving Sarah to hold Alice in her arms. As she passed through the scanner, her daughter in tow, Albert’s bony hand found the small of her back, his touch possessive and lingering. Sarah didn’t shrug him off. She told herself that this was practical and reassuring but a shiver danced up her spine sensing something more intimate. 

Not long after they made their way to their terminal, Sarah sat quietly, her legs crossed and Alice cradled in her lap, the baby’s small hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt. Next to her, Albert sat back in his seat, one ankle resting on his opposite knee as though the world belonged to him. 

But it was his hand that caught her off guard. Reaching out, his fingers brushed against hers before curling around her hand with a confidence that left no room for argument. The warmth of his grip made her tense awkwardly, though she didn’t pull away.

For a moment, Sarah glanced around, her heart pounding. The terminal was crowded with strangers, none of whom gave them a second glance. No one knew the true nature of their relationship. Most wouldn’t care, and if they did show some interest they would assume that Albert was Sarah’s dad.

“You’re tense,” Albert said softly, his voice low and intimate as he looked at her. “Relax. There’s no need to hide out here. Heh, it’s not like your husband is around to see us.”

Sarah shot him a sidelong glance, trying to ignore the way her hand fit so naturally with his. “Well, it’s not exactly normal that I’m going on vacation with my secret lover… So… I’m just getting used to it.”

Albert’s smirk deepened, his thumb brushing slow, deliberate circles along the back of her hand. “Secret lover, huh? I like the sound of that,” he teased, his voice soft but edged with satisfaction. He leaned in slightly, the space between them shrinking as his gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks. “You make it sound so scandalous, Sarah.”

“Because it is,” she whispered, glancing quickly around the crowded terminal before narrowing her eyes at him. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this…”   

Albert chuckled, unbothered, as he laced his fingers more firmly with hers. “You just need to relax, baby. No one knows who we are. Out here, we’re just another couple with their kid, off to enjoy a little getaway. Nothing wrong with that.”

Sarah exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself against the boldness of his tone. “You’re old enough to be my dad… old enough to be Alice’s grandpa,” she continued, her voice laced with disbelief and a sliver of amusement. “That’s what people probably assume when they look at us. God… it’s crazy that I let you knock me up.”

Albert tilted his head slightly, his faded blue eyes glinting with that mischievous light she’d come to know too well.  “Hmm, that’s what they assume…” he echoed, his tone thoughtful. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur for her ears. “Let them think. It doesn’t bother me. If anything, it’s exciting, don’t you think? Makes it all the more fun when they’re dead wrong.”

Sarah swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of how close they were, the tension between them like a current she could no longer ignore. Biting her lip, she unlaced her fingers from his hand and, after a brief moment of hesitation, let her hand drift to his lap, her green eyes scanning her surroundings for any possible onlookers. Her fingers brushed over the firm outline of his cock, her touch cautious at first but deliberate, feeling him thicken beneath her palm. 

Albert’s sharp breath broke the air between them, his beady eyes darkening as he turned his head to look at her. “Oh… Sarah… Such a naughty girl,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, vibrating with restrained desire. 

Her pulse quickened as a wave of heat curled through her, her cheeks flushing deeper. “Hmm, fuck… why am I so turned on by that…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with arousal she couldn’t suppress.

Albert’s smirk returned, slow and predatory. “You already know why,” he murmured his voice a gravelly hum. His hand slid under the armrest, his fingers grazing her thigh through her sweatpants as he leaned closer. “Keep acting like this and I’m going to put another baby in you by the time we get back…”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away, her hand still pressed firmly against him. The cowed terminal around them might as well have disappeared. 

Albert’s words hung in the air, bold and unapologetic, sending a shiver down Sarah’s spine. The thought of it—her virile, elderly lover claiming her again, filling her, getting her pregnant with another affair baby—made her stomach tighten and her thighs press together instinctively. It was wrong, twisted, and yet it stirred something deep within her, a feeling she couldn’t name and didn’t dare to admit out loud. 

Albert watched her, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against her thigh as if he could feel her unraveling beneath his touch. “I can see it now,” he whispered softly, the heat in his voice unmistakable. “You, round and glowing again, knowing I did that to you. Knowing it’s mine and not your husband’s.”

Sarah’s chest rose and fell, her breathing unsteady as his words lingered, fanning the fire now burning between her thighs. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away, to focus on anything but the wicked gleam in his eyes.

But before she could respond, the speakers overhead crackled to life, the announcement of their flight ringing through the terminal. “Flight 482 to London is now boarding at Gate 17. All passengers, please proceed to the gate.”

The moment shattered like glass. Sarah jerked her hand back as though she was burned. She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly as her cheeks flushed crimson.

Albert chuckled quietly, unbothered as he sat back up in his seat, his smug satisfaction unmistakable. “Saved by the bell,” he teased, his voice low as he stretched his arms lazily. “But don’t think I’ll forget where we left off.”

Sarah shot him a sharp glare, though it lacked any real fire. “Get up,” she muttered, standing as she reached for Alice’s stroller. “It’s time to board.”

Albert’s smirk deepened as Sarah tried to stand up. But before she could, his grip on her thigh firmed, and with a low chuckle, he leaned in close, his breath warm against her lips.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and control. “Give me a kiss, honey…”

Before she could react, Albert closed the difference between them, capturing her lips in a deep, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t hurried or fleeting, he kissed her as though they were a true couple, his hand sliding up to cradle the side of her face as his lips moved with hers.

Sarah froze for a moment, startled, but the feel of him—firm, insistent, confident, melted—her resolve. Her body betrayed her as her eyes fluttered shut and she kissed back, her lips parting slightly as his tongue brushed against hers. It was bold, far too intimate for the crowded terminal, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. 

When Albert finally pulled back, leaving her breathless, he looked with that familiar smug glint in his eyes, his thumb tracing her lower lip for just a second longer. “You look so good when you’re flustered, baby,” he whispered low enough for only her to hear. 

Sarah’s cheeks burned, her pulse racing, and as she opened her eyes, she realized they weren’t as invisible as they thought. A few nearby passengers had turned their heads, their eyes wide with surprise.

One older woman, seated across from them, watched the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, her gaze flickering between Sarah’s flushed face and Albert’s satisfied smirk. A younger man with earbuds glanced over, doing a double-take before quickly looking away, though his curiosity lingered. 

The age difference between them was impossible to miss—Sarah, young and vibrant, and Albert, older, wiry, and weathered but undeniably confident. It wasn’t hard to guess what they were thinking, and the weight of their silent stares made her squirm. 

Sarah cleared her throat and quickly got up from her seat, throwing Albert an apprehensive look. “What the heck, Albert? We’re in public,” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, though her lips still tingled from their kiss. 

Albert, entirely unfazed, let out a quiet laugh as he hoisted himself from the chair. “What?” he replied, his voice smooth and teasing. “Can’t a man kiss his lover and mother of their child?”

“People are staring,” she shot back, leering at him as she searched for their boarding passes in her purse. “And you used tongue, I felt it. Have you ever heard of public decency??”

“Heh, let them look. We’re not bothering anyone,” Albert said with a shrug. “Maybe they’re just jealous?”

Sarah rolled her green eyes, huffing under her breath as she reached for Alice, unbuckling her from her stroller. She tried to ignore the lingering stares, but she couldn’t shake the heat in her cheeks—or the way Albert’s kiss left her body humming with arousal.

As Albert joined her, standing close enough for his arm to brush hers, he leaned in once more, his voice low and unmistakably smug. “You liked that kiss, didn’t you? I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now…”

Sarah’s eyes widened, her lips pressed into a tight line as she busied herself with Alice, carefully lifting the baby into her arms. But the truth was written all over her face. “Could you please fold Alice’s chair for me, honey?” her voice was firm and sharp, the word honey punctuated with a bite that sent a jolt through Albert. 

His brow quirked slightly, his smirk faltering for just a moment. He liked the way the word rolled off her tongue—honey. It was possessive, domestic, and dangerously close to the kind of things real couples said to one another. But it also scared him a little, the way she said it. There was a warning there, an edge that reminded him not to push too far.

Albert cleared his throat as he turned toward the stroller, letting his hands get to work and folding it down. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” he replied smoothly, though his tone had lost just a sliver of its cocky edge. He stole a glance at her as he finished, his blue eyes flickering with curiosity. 

Sarah shifted Alice in her arms, her expression unreliable as she looked back at him. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said softly, her tone more composed and teasing as she shot him an alluring wink. 

Albert’s grin recovered as he felt a sense of relief and satisfaction wash over him. Quickly, he held onto the folded stroller along with some of their carry-on luggage. “Anything for you,” he murmured. 

Sarah smirked faintly, her attention focused on Alice as she pressed a kiss on the baby’s head. As they proceeded to the gate, Albert fell in step beside her, watching her carefully out of the corner of his eye. 

As they handed over their tickets and made their way onto the plane, Sarah couldn’t shake the curling in her stomach, or the echo of Albert’s words that played over and over in her mind. 

Keep acting like that, and I’m going to put another baby in you…

The worst part was, she wasn’t sure if the thrill coursing through her was from fear… or desire.

-

The flight to London was long, and Sarah barely noticed the hours slipping. Alice had been surprisingly calm, spending most of the flight either sleeping in her arms or babbling softly in fascination with her surroundings. Albert, meanwhile, had taken full advantage of their time together. When he wasn’t making smug comments or resting his hand on Sarah’s thigh under the thin blanket, he was leaning close, whispering little things that made her stomach flutter, making it impossible for her to think of anything else.

For him, the flight was more eventful than he thought. Albert enjoyed taking the reigns over Alice while Sarah slept. For once, Albert seemed content to play the role of doting grandfather—or so anyone watching would assume. 

He held Alice close, his wiry frame oddly gentle as she snuggled against him, her small breaths soft against his chest. He took quiet satisfaction in moments like this, feeding her when she stirred, pressing the bottle to her lips as her tiny fingers curled around his knuckle. It felt natural, almost too natural, and as Sarah dozed off next to him, Albert allowed himself to soak in the feeling. He was finally a father after all these years. This little girl was proof of what he and Sarah had done. 

When they landed, the brisk airport of Heathrow greeted them. Albert’s age turned out to be a blessing, as they were fast-tracked through customs and security, bypassing the long queues with barely a second glance. Sarah shot him a glance of gratitude, though she couldn’t help but smirk when Albert leaned into the act, adopting the slightly exaggerated shuffle as he muttered about “old knees” to the attendant. But she and he knew better. Albert was anything but an ordinary old man.

Once through, Sarah pushed Alice’s stroller as Albert walked next to her, his posture straighter now, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction. London awaited them, sprawling and alive, but Albert had his focus elsewhere.

He glanced over at Sarah, his grin tugging at his lips. “See, baby? Perks of being an old man,” he teased.

Sarah rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding the smile on her pretty face. “You and I know you’re anything but a senile old man,” she chuckled. “You better keep this act up during the entire trip so we get preferential treatment.”

Albert cackled softly, his gaze flickering to Alice, who cooed happily in her stroller. “You can count on me, sweetheart. Wouldn’t dream of spoiling our getaway,” he responded confidently bracing his hands on his hips. “So, what’s the plan now?”

Sarah took out her phone and began sifting through some apps. “For starters… we need to check into our hotel. We can’t go exploring London with all our luggage at hand, can we?” she explained, casually putting her phone back down as she searched for a taxi. “Plus, I think we can all use a break from being on that plane for so long. We can’t have Alice being all restless later.”

Albert nodded in agreement. Then, with a devious smile, he replied, “And at the hotel… do you think we can…”

“Can fuck?” Sarah said, finishing his sentence, her hand resting on her hip as she locked eyes with him.

Albert’s smile widened, his old eyes glinting with mischief as he straightened up, feigning innocence. “You always know what I’m thinking, baby,” he teased, his voice low enough that only she could hear. 

Sarah shot him a pointed look, though the corners of her lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk. “It’s the only thing you think about you, Albert. Let’s just focus on getting to the hotel first,” she said, her tone firm but laced with amusement. “We’ve got a good two weeks. We have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.”

Albert chuckled, his gaze trailing her as she stepped toward the curb to flag down a taxi. “Oh, trust me,” he replied smoothly, following close behind. “I’m just pacing myself. You’ll thank me later.”

Sarah ignored him, though the heat rising between her cheeks betrayed her. As the taxi pulled up, Albert helped load their bags into the trunk, and Sarah settled Alice into her lap inside the car. Once they settled in, the hum of the city became a steady backdrop as they sped toward their destination. 

Albert sat back, stretching his wrinkly arms lazily across the seat, his smirk never faltering. He leaned closer to Sarah, his voice low and teasing. “But seriously… you’re looking forward to it, aren’t you?”

Sarah turned her head, leveling the old man with a glare that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Albert, if you don’t stop, I’ll book a room across the street.”

His laugh was subtle and smug as he settled back into his seat, clearly pleased with himself. “Sure, baby. You can try but you’ll just end up sneaking back into my bed anyway.”

Sarah didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on the passing scenery outside the window. Yet, the small smirk tugging at her lips gave her away, and Albert knew he won—at least for now. 

The taxi rolled smoothly through the crowded streets of London. Sarah leaned back against the seat, her focus on Alice, who was already nodding in her car seat, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily.

The driver, a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, glanced at them through the rearview mirror. “Long trip, was it? Where are you folks from?”

“New York,” Sarah replied casually, stretching her legs out slightly.

The driver nodded, his gaze flickering to Albert and then back to Sarah, a curious smile tugging at his lips. “Must’ve been a long flight for the little one. I’m sure Grandad here was a big help, yeah?”

Sarah froze for a second, her eyes widening faintly as she glanced at Albert, unsure how he’d take the comment. She opened her mouth to clarify, but Albert beat her to it.

“No,” Albert uninterrupted smoothly, sitting up straighter with a confidence that was impossible to miss. His faded blue eyes met the driver’s gaze in the mirror, his tone calm and deliberate. “You’re wrong there, mate. I’m not the grandfather. She and I are partners. And this little bundle of joy is our daughter.”

The driver blinked, momentarily taken aback, his brows furrowing in surprise as he processed the statement. “Oh! Uh… I see,” he said awkwardly, his eyes darting between the road and the mirror. “Didn’t mean to assume, sir.”

Albert grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “No harm done,” he replied, his voice carrying an edge of pride. He turned to Sarah, his hand resting casually on her thigh as though he emphasized his words. “People tend to make assumptions, don’t they sweetheart?”

Sarah flashed him a sharp look, her cheeks flushing, though she managed to recover quickly. “Yeah, they do,” she replied, her tone smooth but clipped. She forced a polite smile at the driver. “It’s fine, really. We get that a lot.”

The driver cleared his throat, clearly eager to change the subject. “Well, London’s a great city for families,” he said, his voice brighter now, steering the conversation into safer waters. “Plenty to see, especially with little ones.” 

Albert tilted his head out of acknowledgment, leaning back in his set as his bony fingers gave Sarah’s thigh a light squeeze. “That’s why we’re here. A proper family vacation.”

Sarah gave him another warning stare, though she had a flicker of arousal burning in her fetching green eyes. She turned her attention back to the window, pretending to take in the passing sights, but the driver’s words and Albert’s bold claim lingered in her mind.

The rest of the ride passed uneventfully, but the tension inside the car was electric. As they pulled up to the hotel, Albert leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “Told you I’m not hiding, baby,” he murmured smugly. 

Sarah said nothing, though her pulse quickened as she stepped out of the car. Albert followed, his confident stride unshaken, his hand against hers as he grabbed their luggage.

The driver’s words echoed in her mind, but one thing was clear: Albert was right. He wasn’t hiding. And somehow, that made everything between them even more real.

The hotel suite was spacious and elegant, with a modern yet cozy charm. Warm light filtered in through the large windows, illuminating the soft beige tones of the room. The space had a separate bedroom and living area. The bedroom had a king-sized bed that sat against the far wall, its plush, white comforter begging to be messed up, while the living area with a couch, coffee table, and small kitchen provided plenty of space for the three of them.

Albert groaned, dropping the heavy luggage by the door, his old eyes sweeping across the room with satisfaction before settling on his blonde goddess. She stood in the center of the room, gently bouncing Alice in her arms as the baby fussed, her little blue eyes blinking sleepily.

“Well, look at this,” Albert said, his voice smug with approval as he loosened the buttons of his shirt. “Perfect little nest for us, wouldn’t you say, baby?”

Sarah glanced at him, her brow lifting. She could already see the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at her, his intentions as clear as day. “Albert,” she said firmly, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Not yet.”

The needy old man groaned dramatically, running a hand over his balding head as he watched her pace the room with Alice in her arms. “Come on, Sarah. We’re here, aren’t we? I’ve been aching all flight! Let her nap in the stroller or something. She won’t know the difference.”

Sarah rolled her eyes as she continued to bounce Alice gently, her voice calm but commanding. “She will notice. And I’m not listening to her cry while you’re pawing at me. If you’re so eager, why don’t you be a good Daddy and set up her crib?”

Albert froze, his smirk faltering for a half second as he blinked at her. “The crib?” 

“Yes, the crib,” Sarah repeated, turning just enough to shoot him a pointed look. “You know, that portable thing we brought with us? It’s in the suitcase with all of Alice’s things. I’m sure that a big, strong man like you can figure it out.”

Albert muttered something under his breath, though a crooked grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he crouched by the luggage. “Fine, fine,” he said, unzipping the bag with exaggerated effort. “Anything to keep my two girls happy.”

Sarah smiled as she turned her attention back to their daughter, softly cooing to her as she bounced her in a slow rhythm. Alice’s cries quieted little by little, her tiny head lolling against Sarah’s shoulder as her breathing grew steady.

Meanwhile, Albert wrestled with the collapsible crib, grumbling as he unfolded the pieces. “You know, this thing is probably harder to set up than an entire camp tent,” he muttered, looking up at Sarah as she passed him with a small smirk.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Sarah teased quietly, her voice so soft as not to disturb Alice. “You’re doing great, honey.”

Albert shot her a look, narrowing his eyes as he finally clicked the last piece into place. “You’re lucky I’m patient, Sarah,” he said smugly, standing up and brushing his hands off. “Things things I do for you…”

Sarah glanced over at him, the crib now standing neatly by the window. “Oh, I know,” she replied sweetly, her green eyes glinting. She laid Alice down in the crib, carefully tucking a small blanket around her before stepping back, watching the baby’s peaceful face. 

For a long moment, the room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside. Sarah turned toward Albert, her expression softer now. “See? Was that so hard?”

Albert grinned as he stepped closer, his hands tenderly settling on her hips. “I’ve got a lot more energy to burn, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in. “And now Alice is asleep…”

Sarah’s lips tugged into an amused smile, she didn’t pull away as his fingers kneaded her hips, his body pressing against hers. “Hmm, okay, I think we can now,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “But if you wake her up, you’re the one getting her back to sleep.”

Albert chuckled darkly, his grip tightening as he guided her toward the bedroom. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” he said smoothly. “I’ll make sure you’re the only one making noise.”

Sarah bit her lip, letting him lead her as her heart raced and pussy moistened, aching to have Albert’s big cock inside her.

-

The steam hung heavy in the bathroom, curling around them as the water poured down in steady streams. Sarah’s palms pressed flat against the tiled wall, her back arched as Albert thrust into her from behind. His strokes were deep and unrelenting, his bony hands gripping her hourglass hips tightly, holding her firmly in place. 

“Augh, yes… take it, baby… take this cock,” Albert growled, his voice a gravelly rumble. Each thrust rocked her forward, the slap of wet skin echoing off the walls, punctuated by the heavy swing of his balls against her thighs.

Sarah let out a shaky moan, water streaming down her flushed face, her body trembling with every salacious movement. “Yes… Fuck me, Albert… Deeper, baby… deeper…” she gasped, her voice breathless.

Albert leaned forward, his chest pressing against her slick back as his lips brushed her ear. “You feel so good, Sarah… so tight and wet for me,” he growled, his tone needy and dark with satisfaction. “I was so horny during that entire plane ride. I wanted to fuck you so badly… heh, join the mile-high club.”

Sarah chuckled, an amused smirk tugging at her lips as her fingers curled helplessly against the tiles. “You dirty old man… Hmmm, ouuhhh… You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Albert returned a laugh, his hips slamming into her harder, forcing another cry from her lips. “You know me well, hehe…” he rasped, his hands sliding up to squeeze her shapely tits. “You were thinking about it too, weren’t you?”

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, biting back another moan as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “Hmmm, perhaps… But it’s hard to do anything with our baby around, honey…” she whispered, her breath hitching with each roll of his hips.

Albert’s grin widened, his blue eyes glinting with satisfaction as her words sank in. That one word—honey—sent a surge of pride through him. It was intimate, personal, something she shouldn’t be saying to him, and yet she did. It wasn’t just a slip: it was deliberate, her voice thick with the weight of their secret. 

“Hmmm, that’s right…” Albert said in a low, triumphant growl, his big cock driving deep, slamming into her cervix. “I gave you that baby… I knocked you up and now you’re all mine.”

“Yes… you knocked me up, Daddy…” Sarah cried out, her body arching into his smaller frame, water cascading over them both. “I’m yours… I’m… ouuhhh… yes! Yours!”

The steam thickened around them like an erotic mist as the water cascaded down their bodies Albert pulled back just long enough to turn her around, pressing her bare back firmly against the slick, shower wall. 

Her breath sharpened as she looked down at the shorter old man, droplets streaming down her pretty face, her green eyes wide and heavy with lust. Albert grinned, his smug confidence unwavering as his hands slid up her sides, palms against her soft, wet skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he growled, his voice low and rough as he positioned himself between her thighs. 

Sarah moaned softly as he slipped his cock past her folds once more, filling her completely. Her head tilted back against the wall, her lips parting as he began to thrust with deeper, steady strokes, pressing her harder against the cool tiles. 

Albert leaned closer, his wiry frame surprisingly strong as he cradled her body against him. “Wrap your leg around me, baby,” he murmured, his voice hot against her cheek. 

Sarah complied, hooking her left leg around his skinny waist, drawing him deeper with every movement. The angle sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her hands flying against his shoulders to steady herself.

Albert groaned as he drove into her wet slit, his mouth trailing from her collarbone to her lips. “You’re so fucking perfect… I’m so lucky to have a woman like you…” he muttered, before capturing her mouth in a kiss. 

Their lips crashed together, frantic and hungry. Albert kissed his goddess deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as they tangled and danced, hot and desperate. Sarah whimpered against him, her fingers sliding down to grip his ass, urging him to move faster… harder… deeper…

“God, Albert…” she moaned in between kisses, her voice trembling with need as her perfect, light pink painted nails dug into his wrinkly skin. “Mmhh, fuck… you feel so fucking good…”

Albert groaned into her mouth, his hips snapping against her in sharp, rhythmic thrusts. The slap of their bodies echoed off the walls, the water streaming down in rivulets, mixing with the heat around them.

“Yeah? You love this cock, don’t you?” he whispered hoarsely, his forehead pressing against hers, his old eyes locked into hers. “Love how I fuck you like this… like you’re mine?”

“Yessssss! Ah ah ah, I love it so much, Daddy…” Sarah gasped her voice a trembling confession as her body began to shake, pleasure coiling tighter inside her. “I’m yours… all yours…”

Albert grinned, thrusting harder as his hands gripped her waist, holding her steady against the wall. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Sarah’s moans grew louder, her leg tightening around him as the tension inside her snapped like a taut wire. She cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure rolled through her. 

“God, Albert—” she gasped, her head falling back against the wall as she came around Allbert’s throbbing cock. “OOOUHHHH! YES!” She pulled him even deeper with her leg, her fingers gripping his wiry hips as the pleasure surged through her. 

Albert leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss, their tongues tangling in desperate, hungry strokes. He swallowed her moans as he thrust faster, chasing his own orgasm with carnal need. The sensation of her tight walls clenching around him was mind-melting, his pace faltering as his release loomed.

Albert groaned at the way her pussy hugged his veiny shaft. His grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts erratic now, and he pulled back just enough to look into her flushed dazed, face.

“Augh… on your knees baby,” he groaned, his voice low and commanding with need. 

Still catching her breath, Sarah blinked at him, her lush lips parted as she tried to focus. Before she could respond, Albert pulled out, gently lowering her leg as he guided her to kneel. She sank slowly to the shower floor, the warm water streaming down her shoulders and matted blonde hair as she looked at her elderly lover, understanding exactly what he wanted. 

Albert wrapped his old hand around his pulsing cock and stroked himself, his eyes locked on her face with that familiar, triumphant grin. “Augh, here it comes, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Sarah held her gaze, her chest still heaving as water dripped down her flushed skin. “Give me that big load, Daddy…” she whispered softly as she parted her lips, sexily stretching her tongue out to receive his seed. 

Albert groaned, his breathing ragged as he worked himself faster, his other hand braced against the wall. Within moments, he let out a deep, guttural moan as he came, ropes of hot release spattered across Sarah’s mouth and face. The contrast of the heat against the cool water sent another shiver through her, her green eyes flickering up at him as he grunted through his climax.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the smirk creeping back onto his weathered face as he leaned forward against the wall, catching his breath. 

Sarah exhaled slowly, blinking water and cum from her lashes as she shut her lips, swallowing what he managed to deposit in her mouth before wiping her face with her hand. “Hmmm… I love shower sex so much….” she murmured, her voice low and satisfied as she slowly rose from her knees.

Albert chuckled, backing away just enough to let her stand. He wrapped his wiry arms around her, pulling Sarah into an intimate hug as the steamy droplets showered their wet bodies. “I can’t get enough of you, baby…” he said, his tone warm and genuine as he stuffed his face into her cleavage.

Sarah’s mouth curved into a faint, knowing smile as she returned the favor, wrapping her arms around him. In that moment, nothing else mattered—only Albert and their illicit affair were subtly evolving into something more…

-

The warmth of the London Afternoon greeted them as they stepped out of the hotel. The sun hung high in the clear sky, bathing the city in golden light. It felt like the perfect day for exploring, and Sarah took a deep breath of fresh air.

She wore a soft, flowing sundress that danced lightly around her legs with each step, its pale fabric catching the sunlight. A pair of simple sandals completed her look, her toenails were painted a delicate shade of pink to match her fingernails. Her golden blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, and a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose, shielding her striking green eyes.

 Albert trailed beside her, his smug grin as permanent as ever. The old man looked both casual and oddly proud in his cargo shorts, a light blue collared shirt tucked neatly into his waistband, and a pair of sensible walking shoes. He carried himself with a confidence that didn’t waver, even as people occasionally gave the two of them a glance—likely puzzled by the contrast between the refined youthful Sarah and the wiry elderly man beside her.

“You look good in that dressing, darling,” Albert remarked, his voice tinged with approval as his gaze swept over her. “Makes me forget how much you made me work this morning.”

Sarah shot him a sideways look, though there was no heat behind it. “Almost?” she teased lightly, her lips curving into a faint smirk.

Albert chuckled, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as they strolled through the pavement, Alice dozing contently in the stroller between them. “Let’s just say you got me walking funny,” he muttered under his breath, earring a quiet laugh from Sarah.

They wandered through the heart of London, the city alive with the sounds of tourists, buskers, and the occasional red double-decker bus rumbling by. Trafalgar Square was buzzing with life as pigeons fluttered past children playing near fountains. Alber stopped at one of the stone railings, leaning forward with a hand shielding his old eyes to look around.

“Big city for us small folks, huh?” he commented as his gaze flicked toward Sarah.

She rolled her eyes but smiled as she adjusted her sunglasses. “You’re saying that because you’re short,” she teased, giving a playful nudge.

Albert straightened, giving her a look of mock indignation. “Careful, baby,” he replied, grinning. “Short or not, I can still keep up with you.”

They continued on, strolling past cafes and historical architecture that stood proudly against the modern hum of the city. Sarah and Albert would walk closely with each other, occasionally swapping stroller duties. She often found herself hooking her arm intimately with his, causing her stomach to flutter and cheeks to flush with something she hadn’t felt in a while, not with Alex at least.

Alice stirred in her stroller every now and then, babbling happily when they stopped for lunch at a small outdoor restaurant. Alber surprised Sarah by deftly feeding the baby, his aged hands surprisingly gentle as he cooed at Alice, earning their daughter a round of soft giggles.

Sarah watched the two of them, her fingers wrapped around a cup of tea. For all of Albert’s sharp edges and lecher behavior, there were moments like this, moments that reminded how deeply he cared which sparked an ember of affection for him in her heart.

“You’re a natural with her,” Sarah said softly, almost to herself.

Albert looked up, his faded blue eyes meeting hers. “Of course I am,” he replied simply, his tone unusually tender. “She’s my kid, isn’t she?”

Sarah’s chest tightened slightly, but she nodded, offering a faint smile as she looked down at Alice, her little face bright and happy with her true father.

As the day wore on, they explored further—wandering along the Thames, passing at landmarks, and enjoying the energy of the city. By late afternoon, the air had cooled just enough to be comfortable, and the sun began its slow descent.

As they strolled, Sarah pulled out her phone, capturing little moments as they explored. Alber rolled his eyes every time she stopped to take a picture, but the small, smug smile on his wrinkled face never really disappeared. 

“Do we really need another photo of that? You’ve been taking pictures all day,” Albert grumbled as she pointed her camera toward the historic buildings lining the street.

“Yes,” Sarah said pointedly, snapping a shot with practiced ease. “Unlike you, some of us like having nice memories.”

Albert scoffed, but his smirk softened when Sarah turned the camera on to them. “Smile, Daddy,” she teased, crouching next to Alice in her stroller as he stood behind them. “Come on, it’s not that hard.”

Albert’s expression was one of exasperation, but he relented, leaning in just slightly as Sarah framed the shot. He looked wiry and weathered in his collared shirt and cargo shorts, his face lined but unmistakably alive, his beady eyes contrasting with Sarah’s soft smile and Alice’s tiny, sleepy grin.

“Perfect,” Sarah said with a satisfied nod as she checked the photo. “Not bad for an old man.”

Albert chuckled, shaking his head. “Watch it, baby.”

Over the next hour, they gathered a collection of pictures—Sarah posing in front of a fountain with Alice on her hip, Albert pushing the stroller as the London Eye loomed in the background, and little candid shots of Alice babbling happily with crumbs on her face after snacks.

At one point, Sarah handed her phone to a stranger who kindly offered to take a photo of the three of them. Albert stood beside her with one hand on her lower back, his other resting on the stroller handle, while Sarah tilted her head slightly, smiling warmly as Alice dozed in her seat. The two lovers soaked the warm moment as a secret little family, enjoying the freedom of their responsibilities back home.

When they returned to a small bench near a river, Sarah scrolled through the photos with a quiet smile. After a moment, she selected a few and sent them off to her husband with a quick message: “London is so beautiful! Alice is loving the trip so far :) I Hope everything’s good back home.”

Albert glanced over her shoulder as she hit send, his brow quirking slightly. “You’re sending those to him?”

“Of course,” Sarah replied without looking up, her voice even. “Well, not all of them. Especially the ones with us together where your hands are… let’s say… not in the appropriate places.”

Albert chuckled knowingly as she continued. “He’d worry if I didn’t check-in. Besides, he loves seeing pictures of Alice.”

The old man leaned back on the bench, a smug grin creeping on his face as he stretched his legs out. “I’m sure he does,” he murmured, the words laced with subtle satisfaction. 

Sarah shot him a quick look, narrowing her green eyes just slightly. “Don’t start.”

Albert snickered, holding up his hands innocently. “I didn’t say a word.”

“Good.” Sarah turned her attention back to her phone for a response but there was nothing from Alex. 

Sarah slipped her phone back into her bag and stood up, brushing her dress straight. “Come on,” she said lightly, glancing down at him. “Let’s head back to the hotel, my feet are killing me.”

Albert rose to his feet, falling into step beside her as they continued down the path. His hand resting on her hip possessively. She nibbled on her lip feeling his grip on her, her loins clenching feeling a heat of arousal rise within her belly. 

They moved through the golden glow of the late afternoon, the city alive around them. And while Sarah kept thoughts of Alex in the back of her mind, the weight of Albert’s presence next to her, his insistent touches, and the thrill of their unspoken secret made it impossible not to get swept up in the moment. 

-

The next morning, London greeted them with another day of perfect weather, and they spent it exploring its final corners before packing up for their next destination, Paris. The train ride on the Eurostar was smooth and quiet, Alice dozing peacefully in Sarah’s arms as Albert sat back with a faint smile, his gaze lingering on Sarah’s serene face.

By the time they arrived in Paris, the air felt different—lighter, warmer, and buzzing with a quiet magic that seemed to hum through the streets. It was the city of love, after all, and both of them could feel it.

Sarah stepped out of their cab into the heart of the city, her sundress fluttering softly in the afternoon breeze. The pale fabric hugged her curves in all the right places as she adjusted the sling strapped snuggly against her, where Alice nestled happily, her tiny head peeking out. The baby cooed softly, and Sarah smiled, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Albert stood beside her, looking proud in his neatly pressed collared shirt and cargo shorts, his faded blue eyes flicking from Sarah to the Eiffel Tower rising in the distance. “Look at us,” he murmured, slipping his hand into hers as they began to walk. “We fit right in, don’t we?”

Sarah glanced at him, her lips curling into a faint smile. “We’re walking clichés. Well, not really,” she teased lightly, though there was no denying the warmth that settled in her chest as his hand held hers, firm and steady.

Once checked into their hotel, they spent the day wandering the streets of Paris, letting the rhythm of the city pull them in. The air was filled with the smell of fresh bread and coffee, the distant murmur of French mingling with laughter and music. Albert guided them down the cobblestone paths, stopping every now and then to point out a charming café or a little shop window that caught his eye. 

Sarah held onto Alice as they explored, her daughter content and happy in the sling, occasionally babbling as she watched the world pass by. Sarah couldn’t help but smile as Albert bent down to make faces at Alice, earning soft giggles from the baby that made her heart flutter. 

“You really love her, don’t you?” Sarah said softly, watching her elderly lover with a look she couldn’t quite recognize, something gentle and unspoken.

Albert straightened, slipping his arm around Sarah’s waist as they strolled along the Seine, the river shimmering in the late afternoon light. “Of course I do!” he replied, his voice unmistaken and full of pride. “I did say I would be there for the kid if I knocked you up, didn’t I?”

Sarah offered a knowing chuckle as she rolled her serene green eyes, his assurance and presence warming her cheeks with affection. “Yes, you did.”

They stopped often, taking pictures against the backdrop of iconic landmarks—Sarah leaning against a railing with the Eiffel Tower behind her, Alice’s tiny smile peeking out from the sling. Albert stood proudly beside them, his arm draped around Sarah’s should, his grin wide and triumphant in the presence of his secret little family. 

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they settled at an outdoor café, sipping coffee and sharing a small pastry. Alice had fallen asleep in her sling, her little face peaceful against Sarah’s chest. Albert leaned back in his chair, his bony fingers brushing lightly over Sarah’s knee as they sat in comfortable silence.

“This is nice,” he remarked, his voice low as his eyes lingered on her. 

Sarah glanced at him over the rim of her coffee cup, her soft lips curling into a smile. “Hmm, couldn’t agree more, Albert.”

“I never thought having a family could be so fulfilling. Makes me regret not starting one sooner, heh,” Albert replied, his voice low and satisfied. 

Sarah looked at him, her cheeks flushing at his words. The rare vulnerability in Albert’s tone caught her off guard. She lowered her coffee cup, her fingers brushing over the edge of the saucer. “Well, I suppose it’s never too late to start, is it?” she said quietly, her voice laced with gentle amusement.

Albert’s beady eyes sparkled with something more profound as he chuckled. “Never thought it would look like this, though. A gorgeous young woman like you, and…” His gaze dropped to Alice sleeping soundly against Sarah’s chest. “...a little one that I didn’t know I needed until she was here.”

Sarah’s chest fluttered, though she smiled, glancing down at Alice. “She’s a blessing,” she murmured, her giners absentmindedly brushing over the baby’s hand. “Even if things are… complicated.”

Albert smirked, his hand sliding up slightly on her knee, his thumb tracing slow circles. “Complicated? Sure. But worth every bit of it,” he said firmly. “You’ve changed me, Sarah. Both of you have.”

She met his gaze, her lips pressing into a faint line as she studied him. For all the chaos he had brought into her life, there was a tenderness in his expression that she couldn’t deny. 

“Well, I’m glad you think so,” she said softly, leaning back into her chair as the light breeze played with her golden hair. “Because you’re playing a dangerous game, Albert. What we have isn’t exactly traditional, given that I’m a married woman after all.”

Albert laughed, the sound amused and gravelly. “Heh! You may be right but I don’t give a damn. A sexy lady like you deserves to be worshipped and fucked like you deserve.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, her cheeks reddening as she cautiously glanced at their immediate surrounding. “Albert!” she hissed silently, her tone sharp but lacking any heat. “You can’t be saying such things out in public!”

Albert’s smug grin widened as he casually shrugged. “What? I’m not wrong, am I?” he shot back as his grip tightened on her knee. 

Sarah tilted her head at him, letting out a long, exacerbated sigh. A knowing smirk betrayed her lips. “Anyways… Sometimes I wonder what’s ahead for us,” she continued, her tone quieter. “If this will ever feel normal.”

Albert’s grin softened into something more genuine as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Normal’s overrated,” he stated simply. “What matters is that we’ve got each other and our daughter. That’s enough for me. Unless you want more babies of course, hehe.”

Sarah let out an amused laugh, shaking her head, although her thighs pressed together feeling the seriousness in his words. “Ugh, you horny old bastard. You’re impossible,” she muttered, though the warmth in her voice betrayed her fondness.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” he quipped, his hand moving further up her leg, giving her thigh a firm squeeze. 

As the sun dipped lower, casting the café in a warm, golden glow, they sat together, the weight of their unconventional bond settling comfortably between them. For all its complications, it was theirs, and for now, that was more than enough.

-

The warm glow of the Parisian night stretched over the city as Sarah and Albert reclined on the lounge bed on their hotel balcony, wearing nothing but loose silk robes. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, its lights dancing in the dark, and the soft hum of the city below created a soothing backdrop. Alice was sound asleep in her crib inside, leaving the two of them alone in the quiet intimacy of the night.

“This feels surreal,” Sarah murmured, her voice soft as she looked out over the city. “Sitting here with you… like this.”

Albert’s eyes glinted in the dim light as he turned his gaze to her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You mean sneaking around in the city of love?” he teased, his tone low and amused. “Nothing surreal about that, baby. Just feels… right.”

Sarah chuckled softly, shaking her head as she took another sip of wine. “It’s crazy, Albert,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “This all started with the dumb bet we made in my front yard… and I was stupid enought to agree to it.”

Albert let out a low chuckle as he swirled the win in his glass. “Ah, that bet… and the shed… hehe. I will never forget that,” he murmured, leaning back on the lounge bed, his wiry frame relaxed but his gaze sharp as it lingered on her. “The best gamble I ever made.”

Sarah glanced at him, her green eyes filled with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “It was ridiculous,” she said, setting her glass down on the small table beside them. “You said you could guarantee the size of your cock, and like an idiot, I took you up on it.”

Albert smirked, setting his own glass down as he shifted closer, his hand resting on her thigh. “And correct I was. Eight inches… hard…” he teased, his voice low and smug. “You didn’t stand a chance, Sarah. The way we fucked after that? I already knew I had you.”

Sarah’s cheeks flushed faintly, though she rolled her eyes. “God, you’re such a sly bastard,” she muttered, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her words. 

“And yet, here we are,” Albert replied smoothly, his hand sliding up her thigh as his smile softened into something more genuine.  “The bet was the start of all of this. But it’s more than that now, isn’t it?”

Sarah looked down at his bony hand, her fingers brushing over his as she let out a gentle sigh. “It is,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “It’s so much more than I ever expected. I’m doing things that I should be doing with… Alex… All the fucking we do, our little getaways… Alice… Ugh… this is all messed up, Albert. But oddly enough, I don’t regret anything. I’ve never felt happier than now…”

Albert’s smirk faded, replaced by an intensity in his eyes that made her heart race. “I could say the same thing,” he said firmly, his thumb brushing slow circles against her skin. “You’ve given this old man something I didn’t even know I wanted, Sarah. You’ve given me us.”

Her breath hitched, the weight of his words settling over her as she met his gaze. “Albert…” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss that left no room for doubt. When he pulled back, his hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re everything to me, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice rough with sincerity. “And I’ll never let you forget that.”

Sarah’s green eyes shimmered as she smiled softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “Yes… I’m yours, Albert,” she said quietly, the warmth in her tone unmistakable. 

Albert hummed with satisfaction, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek as he kissed her again, deeper this time, his body pressing against hers as the city lights flicked around them. Whatever started this naughty affair had become something far more powerful—something neither of them could walk away from, even if they wanted to.

The cool breeze of the night barely touched them as Sarah and Albert shed their robes, the silk slipping away to reveal bear skin. Their breaths were heavy, their movements urgent, no words exchanged, only the raw desire between them. 

Albert’s big cock, already hard, pressed insistently against Sarah’s thigh as her hands roamed his wiry chest, her feminine pink nails grazing his skin. She trailed kisses down his neck, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. He groaned low in his throat, his fingers tangling in her golden hair, guiding her lower. 

Sarah sank between his skinny legs, her green eyes half-lidded as her lush lips parted. She wrapped her hand around his veiny shaft, stroking slowly as her tongue flicked out across his throbbing tip. Albert let out a deep, grunt, his hips twitching slightly as she leaned in, taking him into her welcoming mouth.

Her lips slid down his formidable length, her tongue swirling around him as she worked him deeper, her throat tightening with each movement. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the air, saliva dripping down his cock and onto his thighs. She didn’t stop, her bobbing quickening as her hand stroked the base, her lips moving in sync with her tongue. 

Albert’s aged hands tightened in her hair, his breathing ragged as her mouth left no part of him untouched. She pulled back briefly, letting his cock fall from her lips as she lowered her head, taking one of his heavy balls into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, her hands still stroking him as she moved to the other, sucking gently. 

“Fuck…” Albert groaned, his voice low and guttural, his hips lifting slightly to meet her undulating movements.

Sarah’s mouth returned to his cock, taking him deep in her throat again, her pace relentless as she added circular movements to her bobbing. Her free hand gripped his thigh for balance, her head fluidly moving up and down as her throat tightened around him, pulling deep, hungry moans from his chest.

Albert’s beady eyes fluttered shut, his jaw tightening as his hands guided her rhythm. But he wasn’t content to finish this way. With a firm grip, he pulled her up, his cock slick and glistening from her efforts. 

Sarah instinctively climbed onto his lap, her thighs on either side of him as she gripped his throbbing shaft and guided him to her soaking pussy. She sank down slowly, her body shuddering as he filled her completely. Albert groaned, his hands gripping her curvy hips as she began to move. 

Her pace was slow at first, her hips rolling as her hands braced against his chest. Albert thrust upward to meet her, his grip on her plush ass as he encouraged her to take him deeper. Their movements grew faster, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the quiet night. 

Sweat slicked their skin as Sarah leaned forward, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as her lips found his. Their kiss was messy, their tongues tangling as moans spilled into each other’s mouths. Albert’s hands romaned her body, sliding to her back while the other gripped her ass, pulling her harder onto him. 

Sarah cried out, her rolling hips frantic as she rode him, her nails digging into his chest. Albert thrust upward, his cock buried deep as his hands held her possessively. Their passion reached a fever pitch, their bodies moving in perfect sync, driven by raw, unrelenting heat between them.

Albert groaned deeply as Sarah shifted her position, planting her feet firmly on the cushion of the lounge bed. The new angle drove him deeper inside her, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips. Her thighs trembled as she leaned forward slightly, her hands reaching for his. Albert laced his bony fingers with hers, his grip firm and possessive, anchoring her as she began to ride him with fervent intensity.

The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the balcony, mixing with Sarah’s moans as her head tilted back, her golden hair cascading down her back. Her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back as her tongue sexily lolled from her mouth in unrestrained pleasure. The cool Parisian breeze brushed over her flushed skin, but all she could feel was Albert—filling her, grounding her, claiming her…

“God, ouuhhh, Albert…” Sarah moaned, her voice trembling as her pace quickened. “You feel so fucking good… you make me feel alive. Like no one else ever has.”

Albert’s eyes burned with an intensity that made her heart race. His hands tightened around hers, their fingers locked as he thrust deeper into her dripping, tight married pussy. “You’re perfect, Sarah,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I never thought I needed.”

Sarah’s breath hitched at his words, her body quivering as she rode his cock harder. “You… oh fuck… Mhmmm… mean that?” she whispered, her voice unsteady, her eyes opening to meet his. 

Albert moaned, his hands gripping hers firmly as he sat up slightly, their faces close. “I do,” he growled, his tone low and deliberate. “You’ve changed everything, baby. You’ve made me feel alive again. I didn’t think I could ever love someone the way I love you.”

Her heart clenched at his confession, the weight of his words crashing over her like a tidal wave. At that very moment, something in her snapped. Tears pricked at her eyes as she leaned down, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, the kiss raw and desperate, their moans mingling as their passion reached its peak.

When they broke apart, Sarah rested her forehead against his, her breath heavy as she whispered, “I love you too, Albert. I’ve been fighting it, trying to ignore it, but I can’t anymore. I love you… so much.”

Albert groaned deeply, his hands unlacing from hers as he moved to her hips, guiding her undulating movements, his pistoning hips becoming more urgent. “You’re mine, Sarah,” he groaned, his voice rough with passion. “No one else gets you. No one else could ever make you feel this way.”

“Yes,” she cried out, her head tilting back as her hands braced his chest, her riding frantic. “I’m yours, Albert. Ah ah ah… all fucking yours!”

Sarah’s breath grew ragged, her body trembling as his words sank in. “Albert…” she gasped, her voice breaking as her hips slammed down harder, her green eyes wild with lust. “Do it. Breed me.”

Albert groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he buried himself deep inside her, gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck, Sarah,” he growled. “You’ll leave Paris carrying my baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

Before Sarah could respond, Albert shifted with a sudden burst of energy, rolling them over in one smooth motion. She gasped as her back hit the plush lounge bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his skinny waist. Albert pushed her knees up, pinning her into a mating press, his hands gripping her thighs firmly to hold her in place. The new angle sent him deeper, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. 

His blue eyes burned into hers, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned closer. “Are you still on the pill, Sarah?” he asked, his tone low, his hips moving in deep, deliberate strokes that made her toes curl.

Sarah smirked, her cheeks flushing as her gaze flicked away. “Stopped,” she admitted breathlessly. “Before we left for Europe.”

Albert’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his hands tightening on her thighs. “Oh? You naughty girl,” he teased, his voice thick with arousal. “You were expecting me to knock you up on this trip, hmmm. That’s my girl.”

Sarah’s face burned as her green eyes met his, her body trembling beneath him. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to get me pregnant again. Breed me…”

Albert groaned deeply, his thrusts growing harder and more deliberate. “That’s what I want to hear, baby,” his voice dripping with pride and lust. “Hm, and what about your husband?” he continued with a smug grin.

“Ah ah ah! I- don’t care! Don’t talk about him! He doesn’t make me feel like you do, Albert!” Sarah cried out, her voice breaking as her hands clutched at his shoulders. “This will be another affair baby! Mfuck! Give it to me! Fill me up! I- I need it, please!”

“Poor Alex, I got his wife wrapped around my finger,” Albert deviously thought as their lips crashed together in a desperate, heated kiss, their tongues tangling as their movements became frantic. The heat between them built to an unbearable peak, their bodies trembling as they clung to each other. 

Albert groaned deeply, his hips slamming into her as his release surged through him. Thick, heavy ropes of his virile seed spilled into her fertile pussy, filling her completely as he buried himself as deep as he could. Sarah moaned in ecstasy, her own orgasm washing over her as her body convulsed beneath his smaller, wiry body, her nails digging into her back as her legs pulled him deep.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies locked together as they caught their breath, his cock left in her tight slit, allowing his sperm to take its course. Albert pulled back slightly, his blue eyes glinting with satisfaction as he looked down at her. “You’re mine, Sarah,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Hmm, Alice is going to have another sibling to play with by the time we get back, baby.”

Sarah let out a shaky breath, her hands brushing over her shoulders as she smiled faintly. “Can’t wait, because we’re going to fuck like rabbits, honey,” she whispered, her voice trembling but sure. 

Albert leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep kiss, sealing their forbidden bond as the night embraced them. 

To be continued…